Ark, they don't revolve around you

Yes, that's how it should be. This is not a question of betrayal or not. Zhuang Ning, in this position, doesn't realize that she sees Nian's sincerity. How long has this screenwriter worked with Nian? Why does he think he knows her?

Self-indulgent literati are the most disgusting in any era, especially when they always think they have seen through the world. Bullshit, the world is so complicated, and countless factors are changing every moment.

Zhuang Ning sneered at last and left the tavern, leaving the screenwriter gasping for breath.

He just came to do a favor because the director named Nian was quite pitiful, and he was confident in his eloquence, so it would be a good thing for them to be a couple.

But the screenwriter realized that he was wrong. How could this be a beast? He was just a politician. Politicians are definitely not good people. They smile at you in front of people and look friendly, but when they really show their fangs, they are often the most deadly.

I'm sorry, Miss Nian... The screenwriter wiped away the cold sweat, he really shouldn't have gotten involved in this matter. He looked at his watch and found that half an hour had passed. He had been sitting still for so long out of fear that he didn't notice the passage of time at all.

During this time, another girl appeared in front of him with a smile on her face: "Mr. Screenwriter."

"Director Nian?"

"It's me." Nian nodded, "Did you talk to the doctor just now?"

The screenwriter had to force a smile on his face: "It's just a small thing, just a small thing."

"No, you said what I wanted to express to him through my movie." Nian Di sighed and clapped his hands. "That's amazing. How long have we worked together and you guessed it?"

The screenwriter really wants to shout, "Guess what!" You've even changed the name and personality of my protagonist. If I can't figure this out, then what kind of screenwriter am I!

But he couldn't say that, and just blamed himself secretly. Sure enough, some things couldn't be mixed, and the feelings between these two were one of them.

The screenwriter tried his best to maintain his demeanor: "If you watch it a lot, it will come naturally."

"But you've gone too far. You see, that person is very unhappy. When he's unhappy, he can be very scary, so generally no one would make him angry."

The girl took a sip of wine, it seemed to be Erguotou, very strong, but she was not drunk. She smiled and said, "Don't look so sad, I should thank you. I knew that person was not as relieved as he acted."

It was a bit silly, but the screenwriter realized later that the girl had heard everything.

"He left something behind." Nian held up the script. "I wanted to give it to him, but I heard it outside. It's better not to have heard it, though."

The screenwriter was even more at a loss.

Fortunately, the girl didn't say anything and staggered towards the door. The screenwriter could still feel a kind of vitality from her, as gorgeous as summer flowers, and also like cicadas. Cicadas will die in autumn, so they will chirp in summer and make the loudest sound, which is the swan song of life. He can vaguely feel a similar aura from the girl.

The only difference is probably that girls are much prettier than insects, so they tend to be more pitiful.

But now the screenwriter seems to see cherry blossoms. He has traveled all over Dayan, and the impression of cherry blossoms in Jiang Qicheng makes him unforgettable. The flowering period of this flower is very short, but it is beautiful and flawless, just like the year at this moment.

"Go back early, Mr. Screenwriter, and don't get involved." The girl looked back suddenly, and in an instant, the screenwriter was surprised why he felt that she looked like cherry blossom, because she was wearing a retro skirt today, the white dress was whiter than snow, and the skirt was embroidered with brilliant white flowers.

This must be her from the film crew, she looked like an immortal. But the girl didn't give him a chance to look at her, she walked away gradually.

The screenwriter shook his head, trying to dispel the girl's last gaze. It was really weird. He only felt lonely, sad and helpless.

The screenwriter warned himself not to think too much, this was not his place to participate. If he just did his job well, he would be rich and famous, and he would be cheered by the crowd.

So, just listen to them and don't get involved in this incident. After all, your life is the most important.

……

boom!

A sound like hammering iron echoed.

The sword forge was empty. The girl held the hammer, working meticulously. The fire beside her was incredibly hot, dispelling the coldness of the night.

Nian was very focused on forging iron, even though the girl didn't look like a blacksmith at all.

In the months since the start of filming, she has become accustomed to working alone in the dead of night. Occasionally, she would sigh that time flies so fast and the film is about to be finished in the blink of an eye. It is so smooth and incredible.

However, in the end, Nian couldn't help but sigh and secretly mocked his own uselessness.

"You have been forging this sword for several months." A voice came from her ear, but Nian did not look up. She was still forging. She did not like to be distracted at this time, even if the person speaking was her elder brother Zhongyue.

Seeing this, Zhongyue just stared in silence.

Nian struck the last hammer, wiped away the sweat, and with flames wrapped around her fingertips, she dipped the sword into the water. Smoke and dust burst out, and the charcoal attached to the sword faded away bit by bit.

Then, a cold light burst out and shot directly at Douniu, almost piercing through the floating clouds!

"Excellent sword." Zhongyue applauded, "This should be your most perfect masterpiece. You have never forged such a perfect weapon in a thousand years."

In the dark night, the sword in Nian's hand emitted a faint fluorescent light. It was indeed a clear sword. Chongyue could tell at a glance that this sword was extraordinary.

"Soul summoning." Nian opened his lips, his voice was faint, "When I went back to the furnace to forge it again, I was shocked to find that the first casting was so crude. This is what soul summoning should look like."

"Is there anything special about it? You call it soul summoning. Could it be that it can preserve the souls of the people it kills in the sword?" Zhongyue asked.

If it were in the past, I would have complained, "Brother, have you read any martial arts novels recently?"

But she shook her head solemnly, contrary to her usual behavior. She treated the sword with such seriousness as if it were a god: "Soul-calling is just a name. This sword is neither divine nor sharp. However, it is still my best weapon. Even if all the masters I have known for thousands of years were resurrected, their swords would never be like this."

She closed her eyes and swung the sword gently. The sword tore through the night, bringing out the sound of the wind: "After all, this is a sword that targets the soul."

"Anyone targeted by this sword will feel fear in their souls. This sword does not pierce the body, but the soul. A person's body may be strong, but in front of this sword, even the strongest body cannot resist."

What Nian said was true. A sword that ignored the body and struck directly at the spirit was certainly terrifying. Even Chong Yue felt fearful.

"You have made your best work ever, but this sword is destined to be given away after all." He sighed, not knowing whether he felt sorry for the sword or for his sister.

But the girl's coldness disappeared, she sheathed the sword, and at this moment she turned back into the sister that Zhongyue knew: "Because I want to give it to him, I have to do my best. Forging a sword is also forging my heart."

"You gave him your thoughts?"

Nian was stunned for a moment, and it took him a moment to realize that his brother was teasing him.

But she scratched her head, and instead of getting angry, she nodded quietly, and actually agreed: "Indeed, maybe I really gave my heart to him. Brother, you usually look like a piece of wood, but sometimes you are also very romantic."

"Is this romantic?" Zhong Yue chewed on the word and shook his head slightly. "No matter what, I should still congratulate you."

"I am just fulfilling the contract. He realized my dream. I entrusted him with everything I have learned in my life." Nian said calmly. He did not feel the slightest bit of pride for creating such a magical weapon. Instead, he felt inexplicably depressed.

Zhongyue felt something was wrong. At this point, he thought his sister was going to confess her love, but it seemed that she had no such idea.

"Nian, you are not allowed to tell him how you feel?"

"I won't say it. It's meaningless. The water that has been spilled cannot be taken back. This is all I can do."

Zhongyue frowned even deeper, and said in a dignified voice, "Are you scared again? But you know the doctor doesn't mind."

"Yes, he doesn't mind. I said that a few months ago... Now that I think about it, I was not wrong." Nian whispered calmly.

"In that case——"

"That's why I can't confess my feelings, brother." Nian drew out the sword and held it with both hands. It was a two-handed sword. After it was unsheathed, the cold aura dissipated a little, leaving only a cold breath.

She swung her sword in an unruly manner, and the sword light whistled and broke the eternal night.

At this time, Chongyue finally saw the inscription on the soul-calling sword - Soul, spirit, return to your hometown.

The sword is beautiful, with sword patterns like thunder and lightning, but it is filled with loneliness and sadness, which can only be deeply felt after the sword is drawn and slashed. Nian said that she put her heart into forging this sword, so what kind of feelings did she pour into forging this sword? She just hid her heart in the solemnity.

"Brother, have you ever regretted anything?" the girl asked softly.

"No." Zhongyue did not hesitate.

"Really? Big brother, your name was given to you by that woman. You should be called Shuo, which is your real name. But after that woman left, you abandoned the name Shuo and your authority, and sealed your remaining soul as a beast in the sword."

In the dark night, Nian blinked his eyes and said, "In the end, you never said that you liked that woman. Until she died of her youth and was seriously ill, you had no chance."

These words were really cold, and brought back Chongyue's thoughts. More than 20 years ago, he met a group of so-called gangsters in Yumen. Among them was an upright female knight. The female knight did not like his name Shuo, because although Shuo was the beginning of the month, it was also the darkest. There was no moonlight in the dark night, so she called him Chongyue.

He had been using the name Chongyue for more than 20 years for some unknown reason, but it seemed as if he had been using it for thousands of years.

"You must have feelings for her, otherwise why would you give up a part of your beast? Brother, that is our pride." Nian shook his head, "If you accept that woman, maybe you will have a family. Although you can't give birth to a child, you can adopt one, and that would be wonderful."

She paused and asked again: "You really don't regret it?"

Zhongyue still shook his head: "No."

"why?"

"Because that's my choice, I made it, and I'll accept it."

Nian was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly: "Yes, so you are our elder brother, the beast that is least like a human."

"But I'm not that open-minded. I regret it, really." She sat on the ground dejectedly. "Our play will probably be finished tomorrow. Everything is perfect. I have a feeling that this will really make a sensation in the whole of Dayan."

She touched her chest and held it tightly: "But I'm not that excited."

"Because of him?"

"I can feel it. The doctor will be very happy, right?" Nian smiled beautifully, but her voice became deeper and deeper. "So what? He didn't make such a film because of me. Anyone can do it. He will be very happy if the task is completed. It doesn't matter whether it's me or not."

"You've somewhat vilified the doctor." Zhong Yue sat down. The sword forge was very quiet. He sighed, "You just regained your vitality a while ago. Why are you so dejected now? Is it because of your careless words to the doctor last year?"

"..."

"I'll say it again, the doctor has let it go, why are you still entangled?" Zhongyue's voice echoed between the copper and iron: "Nian, you are just like Xi, always thinking too much."

"I'm not thinking too much." Nian was stunned, and tears had already fallen to the ground. "I just regretted it very much. Why couldn't I control my mouth? Why did I say too much at that time? I should have told him that it was those people's fault, right? I should have pulled him aside, thrown away all the food in front of him, and then dragged him to eat hot pot, and then watched the most boring movie together, and both fell asleep together!"

"But I scolded him. It's impossible to undo this. I, I..."

Zhong Yue stood up. He could see through his sister's thoughts. The girl was stuck in a dead end. He sighed in his heart, "Let's talk while we walk. In the past few months, you have been stuck in the sword forge late at night. This is not a good thing."

Chongyue did not take her to Yumen. After leaving the city, they walked in the desert. There were sand dunes of varying heights on both sides. The quicksand was the most deadly quagmire on the Yumen route. Yumen also used a method called sand channel to force it to move on the waterway with tracks.

In the night, the high walls of Yumen, made of cast iron, shone with the light of two moons. As if by accident, Zhongyue whispered, "Speaking of which, Yumen was originally built to guard against the beast Sui. Now you and I are here to make a movie with Sui as the villain. It's really a black humor."

Nian thought that his brother was going to say some meaningless words of comfort, but he didn't want to talk about Yumen anymore, so he remained silent.

"Year." Zhongyue said, "You really think Zhuang Ning is very important to you, right?"

"He is not very important, he is... unique." Nian said the word "unique" in a very light voice.

"I wanted to comfort you, but I may not have the ability to do so, and I always accidentally make you angry, so I always think it's best to let Ling come to comfort you."

Zhongyue stopped and did not move forward. Before he knew it, they had walked quite a distance. The surrounding scenery was inexplicably eerie. The rocks and soil eroded by wind and sand looked different, like demons. Especially when the wind blew up the sand and stones and hit the rocks, the sound was like the devil crying.

This piece of land was once stained with blood. Nian looked at his brother's back. He had been staying in this barren land for a hundred years. During these hundred years, he had been looking at similar scenery, day after day, and the people around him had changed little by little.

Maybe Pingshou Hou also worshipped the Grandmaster when he was a child? But he grew up and got older. He knew a lot and looked at Chongyue with fear.

The eldest brother doesn't think it's pathetic, he is just like that, he seems to take nothing seriously, yet he regards everything as heavy as a mountain...That female knight really understands him well, he is like a mountain. A mountain certainly won't comfort people, a mountain will only use its arms to resist all wind and sand.

"I will help you." Now, my brother said softly, "You think he is very important to you, but he can't trust you. I will make him change his mind."

Nian couldn't help but smile reluctantly: "Don't tease me, brother, you can't even coax Xi."

"But I don't want you to be depressed. I'm not a competent brother after all, but I still have the obligation to take care of you."

He was serious. Nian was stunned for a few seconds, remembering that she still had family after all, even if the connection between them could not be defined by humans, but this man still made this solemn promise when he knew she was depressed.